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Albert! he cannot stickle, chew the cud
In such a fine extreme,—impossible!
[Goes to the door, listens, and opens it. Who knocks?
Enter Albert.
Albert, I have been waiting for you here
With such an aching heart, such swooning throbs
On my poor brain, such cruel—cruel sorrow,
That I should claim your pity! Art not well?
In such a fine extreme,—impossible!
[Goes to the door, listens, and opens it. Who knocks?
Enter Albert.
Albert, I have been waiting for you here
With such an aching heart, such swooning throbs
On my poor brain, such cruel—cruel sorrow,
That I should claim your pity! Art not well?
Albert. Yes, lady, well.
Auranthe.You look not so, alas!
But pale, as if you brought some heavy news.
But pale, as if you brought some heavy news.
Albert. You know full well what makes me look so pale.
Auranthe. No! Do I? Surely I am still to learn
Some horror; all I know, this present, is
I am near hustled to a dangerous gulph,
Which you can save me from,—and therefore safe,
So trusting in thy love; that should not make
Thee pale, my Albert.
Some horror; all I know, this present, is
I am near hustled to a dangerous gulph,
Which you can save me from,—and therefore safe,
So trusting in thy love; that should not make
Thee pale, my Albert.
Albert. It doth make me freeze.
Auranthe. Why should it, love?
Albert.You should not ask me that,
But make your own heart monitor, and save
Me the great pain of telling. You must know.
But make your own heart monitor, and save
Me the great pain of telling. You must know.
Auranthe. Something has vext you, Albert. There are times
When simplest things put on a sombre cast;
A melancholy mood will haunt a man,
Until most easy matters take the shape
When simplest things put on a sombre cast;
A melancholy mood will haunt a man,
Until most easy matters take the shape
